(...continue)
Deeper into the night -
The headlights cut through the fog like knives
as the hunters' jeep rolled deeper into the compound.
Dante had expected a tent.
A makeshift camp perhaps.
A forest outpost.
Not this.
Not steel gates slamming shut behind him.
Not motion sensors blinking red overhead.
Not an entire facility carved into the side of a rocky cliff…camouflaged in the middle of the woods. Silent yet humming with power.
Every step echoed.
Cold.
Too clean.
Too prepared.
His heart thudded, slow and controlled…
artificially controlled…
because if he let it spike, even once,
even for a fraction of a breath…
he was dead.
They ushered him inside.
The hallways were white, bright… eye catching in a way not pleasant.
Through a glass panel on the left, he saw rows of computers.
Hunters sat with headsets on, tracking blips across a digital map… dozens of red dots moving in patterns only wolves would recognize.
Territory lines.
Migration paths.
